Pub/glam/pre-punk? Anyone who doesn't at least appreciate Mott has no knowledge of the history of Rock & Roll. Bear in mind this was 1971 -- there weren't many other "popular" bands anywhere near this raw.

kc278:Pub/glam/pre-punk? Anyone who doesn't at least appreciate Mott has no knowledge of the history of Rock & Roll. Bear in mind this was 1971 -- there weren't many other "popular" bands anywhere near this raw.

karnal:kc278: Pub/glam/pre-punk? Anyone who doesn't at least appreciate Mott has no knowledge of the history of Rock & Roll. Bear in mind this was 1971 -- there weren't many other "popular" bands anywhere near this raw.

Alice CooperThe StoogesNew York DollsT Rex

Honestly, you're going to bust chops on Mott the Hoople and then list New York Dolls as your big, relevant band? Mott's sound was really parallel to T Rex and Bowie at the time, the real difference here is that Ian Hunter was no on par with Cooper, Iggy Pop, Bolan and Bowie. That's not exactly a low bar set for songwriting and showmanship.

evilmrsock:karnal: kc278: Pub/glam/pre-punk? Anyone who doesn't at least appreciate Mott has no knowledge of the history of Rock & Roll. Bear in mind this was 1971 -- there weren't many other "popular" bands anywhere near this raw.

Alice CooperThe StoogesNew York DollsT Rex

Honestly, you're going to bust chops on Mott the Hoople and then list New York Dolls as your big, relevant band? Mott's sound was really parallel to T Rex and Bowie at the time, the real difference here is that Ian Hunter was no on par with Cooper, Iggy Pop, Bolan and Bowie. That's not exactly a low bar set for songwriting and showmanship.

I was not listing my big, relevant bands and I am not busting chops for I am a fan of Mott....I was replying to the comment that when Mott the Hoople came out there were no other raw punk glam bands at the time.

Mott (the album) is one of the best albums of its era because there is not a single "filler" track on the album. Every song is a winner and some are flat out brilliant, e.g. "All the Way From Memphis," "Honaloochie Boogie," "Drivin' Sister," "I"m a Cadillac/El Camino Dolo Roso" and my personal favorite, "Ballad of Mott the Hoople." The closest thing to a weak cut may be "Hymn for the Dudes" which strains a bit for importance and swings into maudlin/melodramatic territory. IMO, Mott ranks alongside of Blue Oyster Cult's eponymous first album (which likewise was chock full of great songs). Back then, almost everyone put in some filler material on their rock albums, but I NEVER skip a track on these two CDs when I play 'em.

I know nothing about them, except their keyboardist Morgan Fisher did one of the weirdest albums of all time:

It's a brilliant, fake, new wave compilation album. Imagine The Residents trying to do a No More version of a Rod Stewart song, then some old fellow in a west-country accent doing a cover of "Wuthering Heights", then something like Renaldo & the Loaf trying to do a tape collage version of "You've Lost That Loving Feeling". Except it's all actually one guy and a 4-track recorder.

Suckmaster Burstingfoam:I know nothing about them, except their keyboardist Morgan Fisher did one of the weirdest albums of all time:

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It's a brilliant, fake, new wave compilation album. Imagine The Residents trying to do a No More version of a Rod Stewart song, then some old fellow in a west-country accent doing a cover of "Wuthering Heights", then something like Renaldo & the Loaf trying to do a tape collage version of "You've Lost That Loving Feeling". Except it's all actually one guy and a 4-track recorder.

Re-teaming with producer Guy Stevens, Mott the Hoople delivered the great forgotten British hard rock album with their fourth outing, Brain Capers. Stevens was a legendary rock & roll wildman and he kept Mott careening through their performances; they sound harder than ever, even dangerous at times. Fortunately, this coincided with Ian Hunter's emergence as a fantastic songwriter, as tuneful and clever as any of his peers. All these changes are evident from the moment Brain Capers kicks in with the monumental "Death May Be Your Santa Claus," a phenomenally pile-driving number that just seems inevitable.